So, I'm thinking "do I head down and see what the hell he's freaking out over, or do I continue to hunt?" Losing radio contact did concern me a little, so after about 20 minutes I go "**** it, I'm heading down." This is a good spot." He goes "hurry up." and then the radio goes dead.
ORANGE CRACKERS WITH PEANUT BUTTER CRACKER
Maybe 30 minutes later I'm starting to cop my nod (as all good hunters do) as the sun was warming my face and my belly was full of orange cheesy peanut butter cracker goodness and my radio crackles to life with "Dean, head back to the 4-wheelers right now!" I go "bite me, I'm just starting to hunt good here." My brother goes "no, I'm serious, head back down right now." I go "no way in hell. I continue to watch him until he disappears behind some thickets along a fence row. He too is enjoying his orange cheesy peanut butter crackers as he hikes up the hill. While relaxing, I look through my binoculars at my brother who is heading up the mountain. I break out my orange cheesy peanut butter crackers and get my munch on. So, I find a spot in the sun, with my back against a tree, and get comfortable. About an hour later I see a great looking meadow with a stream and beaver pond on it and tell my brother "I'm setting up right here." He goes "alright, I'll go a little further up." I'll set up here on this meadow." We go "alright, we'll keep heading up and keep you posted by radio." So my brother and I head further up. We're going all morning and about a third of the way up one of the guys with us goes "dudes, I'm whooped. We head out of camp in the pre-dawn darkness and start up a mountain called Dennis's Hump. That night, it snowed like a big bitch and we woke up to several inches on the ground for opening day. The day before opening day it was about 60 degrees, sunny, and beautiful.
And me, being the good hunter, am no lawbreaker.Īnyhow, we were up in northern Colorado about 4 years ago on our annual elk hunting excursion. My orange cheese peanut butter cracker story:Īs all good hunters know, it is law that you carry those little packs of cheesy peanut butter crackers in the vest pocket or backpack when out for a long day in the woods or mountains.
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